I don't know where else to write this, so I'll put it here: To my professor: Thanks, Mr. Osaka, For accepting my project, for letting me work the severe angles and bar codes in black and violet and gray. For allowing the lines, for insisting on the ruler and the compass on driven white. You asked me today, "What's your story, what's your background in art; what are you doing at UCLA?" ...
and now my sense of humor (to be sure I scare away any potential 'friends' before they waste too much time)...this is in no way meant to poke fun at Southerners (I Am one), mentally challenged (I Am one), or other oddities of nature. It is simply my perspective on what I call "lunch with the folks": *sigh*...It was Sunday, again. Time to make the Monumental Trek to the Land of Sanity, in which I interact with well-meaning SPs (Sane People) who wander through my ...